I know it has been awhile. My head and my heart have not been up for writing.
I am entering my busiest week so far in my first grad school course. So, in true “this is my life” fashion, Kiran came home last night not wanting to put weight on his right leg.
Ok. He can’t tell me if something happened or what hurts, so I have to manipulate his body in various ways and look closely to see if I can succeed as a detective.
I don’t know what’s going on. I call to see if his pediatrician can get him in today (She usually can, same day). Side note: I’m thankful his doc is moving offices next month, both because she will be closer and the new front desk person at this office is very abrupt.
His doctor isn’t in today. The other doctor in that office, who also knows Kiran pretty well, is booked for the day. It doesn’t make sense to take him to a doctor who has never seen him before and doesn’t know what to look for or how he expresses himself in these situations.
Here’s what’s even more fun: Our van goes in for service first thing in the morning. This used to be a non-issue, because we had extra car seats for Eric’s truck and my parents’ vehicle. Now, he’s too big for those and has a special car seat that insurance covered. They won’t cover an “extra” one, and the cost is around $1000. So. We don’t have an extra one.
So the plan now is rest and monitor today. Transfer his car seat to my parents’ vehicle tonight, so if he still won’t put weight on his leg in the morning, we can head to walk-in hours and see what’s going on. Thank goodness my mom is working from home tomorrow.
And it’s all of that. All the extra that wears a person out. Extra considerations, extra steps. All while already entering an overwhelming week.
You cry. You push thru. You make a plan. And you just keep going. It’s a long road ahead (but we journey together). Truth be told, I feel a lot more alone on this journey than I used to.